Prolegomena

Year 1789, I ain’t robespierre
Year 1840, I ain’t guy fawkes
Year 1905, I ain’t lenin
Year 1968, I ain’t pol pot
I am nothing like these men, I haven’t dedicated my life for nations
I stay here still face to all of this; I have took no fucking risk in the name of ideals
Let’s pull this straight before it begins
I am no hippie, no anarchist
No hypocrite, no hairy fucking terrorist
No propaganda will spoil my fucking mouth, we’ve been fucked for far too long
And don’t say I’m fucking wrong no don’t.
Cause if I was we’d all be in our dreams
This is a wake up fucking call